A dark fantasy-style portrait of a 20-year-old female barbarian with a faintly beastkin heritage. She is thin, wiry, and covered in faded scars and remnants of plague damage. Her pale, gray-tinged skin carries a raw, weathered texture, marked with old boils, scratches, and signs of a hard, feral life. Her eyes glow with a sharp copper hue—animalistic in intensity but unmistakably human in shape—ringed with dark circles from haunted nights. Her messy black hair hangs in uneven clumps around her face and shoulders, tangled and unkempt. She wears only three items: a long, tattered cloak that wraps around her shoulders and back, torn and frayed at the edges; a makeshift skirt fashioned from filthy rags and coarse rope; and a thin, faded cloth band wrapped across her chest, just enough to offer minimal modesty. Her feet are bare and callused. The only clearly inhuman feature she bears is a long, thin, hairless rat-like tail, trailing from beneath her skirt, curling slightly around one leg. She holds a massive, rusted butcher’s cleaver—nicknamed "Hackmeat"—its edge jagged and stained, nearly as long as her torso. She grips it like a weapon forged in vengeance. At her feet, a few common rats loiter or poke out from the cloak’s hem, drawn to her presence. The background is grim and moody—gray skies, dead trees, and subtle ruins of a plague-stricken land. Her expression is wary and intense, a mix of feral instinct and quiet sorrow. She looks like someone born in suffering, shaped by See more